Oh Cumberland - Matraca Berg

Fire on the asphalt L A freeway
Santa Anna windstorm come blow me away
This rear-view mirror could use some adjustment
Some other reflection some other place
Oh Cumberland I'm a faithful son
No matter where I run I hear you calling me
Mississippi's wide and long St Paul to New Orleans
But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee
Lazy old river not a lick of ambition
You get to Kentucky then you roll on home
If you were a highway you wouldn't go nowhere
And I wouldn't be lost out here all alone
Oh Cumberland I'm a faithful son
No matter where I run I hear you calling me
Mississippi's wide and long St Paul to New Orleans
But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee
There's a stolen river in the San Fernando
Down in the valley in the shadow of greed
But I have a memory knee deep in salvation
Of that old muddy water that once washed me clean
Oh Cumberland I'm a faithful son
No matter where I run I hear you calling me
Mississippi's wide and long St Paul to New Orleans
But my heart's resting on your banks in Tennessee